Lost Creek Hollow lemon

hoo hoo, he agreed with some aggressive nods. owl. be an owl. hunt like an owl.

his mom stopped him again, but he got some good praise out of that one!! his tail wagged furiously, and he gave a few puppy growls to show he was really taking all this attention and ego-building to heart. or, well, to the ego. she'll never know w'as comin! he exclaimed firmly, i bet cou' get spook too -- he don't really like to play fight all that much. good detective, work, buddy. 

only partially waiting for a response, pike head butted arbiter's leg again, softer and more affectionate this time than before. imma practice every day, he told her, glancing up with some crazy waves of his tail and some glittering green eyes.